Oh, Green! How far are you stretching your line?
The zigzag road, evergreen charm
And smell of fresh leaves
How long do you hold?

I walk in the dense of your heart
And see various species of birds, reptiles
Colourful snakes, and lucrative glee of nature
But never finds your horizon.

it seems to me you are either a vast ocean,
Where Aurora rises at the beginning of the day
And sinks into the water at the end
Or an unconfined quilt of green.

Whatever you are,
Your astounding ability gazes me
Turns me back to my "tabor sound"
where I hear all the sounds of childhood
Reverberate in your lap

They came to your home to see you.
You worn a blue sari
Kept your eyes like a deer's eyes.
You did't comb your hair,
Though it was not need to be.
You were simply gorgeous.
So, comb was vain to your beauty.
You used props, lipstick, and so many things on thy face.
They surprised,especially your fiance.
He was not accustomed with your such appearance.
He knew you are pretty than queen Sheba
More destructive than Helen
More Affectionate than Mighty Aphrodite
And more prosperous than Athena.
In spite of all, you took props excepts comb of your hair.
Everyone praised you a lot.
No one could understand your claptrap but he
He smiled at you
And you returned it with a wink.

Love means care, share, rare up a bond.
Most often  it is assimilated to respect.
Love means testing the sweets in the dark,
Taking the oath in the worst of time.
Love means a life in heaven,
Sometimes a quilt in the snow rain.
It rears up a bond incorporating all living creaturess.
It is true like a shiny sun.
It is eternal like a noble heart.
Love means unity that teaches to never depart.
It means a power to bring peace in restless sorrow.
It means every altruistic affords.
It is true, it is light,  it is a judge of human  inner site.

Vacation! it is a night mare to them.
They have no Eid, Christmas, and any festivals.
Their duty stats from the light to dust.
Even in any great festivals,  they become nothing but workers.
They have no vacation till their death.
They struggle and vacation waits for them

Let them fly in the sky
Their limit will never be confined.
They are unbound Prometheus
Who dares to hold their mind?

The are the sparkling fire
They are the flame
They are the diamond mine
In the coal frame.

They are the tidal river
They are the waves
The are the moonsoon rain
In the cave's Shade.

They are the Roman Casear
They are the hero
They can change impossible
As daylights true.

They are all unstopable
Anywhere can fit
Dream is their unbounded
Sky is the limit.

Life! it is worthless
Until it works for others.
It starts like a mornig dew
And meets some cruel time of short living
It knows,tge time is too short to live
Although he boasts, and feel proud for his glory.
Its mission most often fails to come into action
It burns, stumbles, sometime casts away.
Glory is the goal of life.
Don't run after that.
Life! it is very short like the morning dew
Nurish it up so that all can see you

Electricity has gone just few minutes ago.
I am sitting in the room along with darkness.
Some crickets are singing around me.
Sudenly, I looked at my window
The tree and its leaves remain silent
As if they were not in mood.
A pale, moody surroundings grasp  the all
No joys, no shights,and no emotion are working
In that exact time, some lights are twinkling in my eyes.
It garbs my attention.
I saw a host of fireflies.
They are lighting around me.
Crickets, and insects start their music with different tone
Frogs drums in the dark.
Whispering of people is making a choras.
Whole darkness, now, is an ipmaired music store
That unconciously declares the glory of drakness.
Nobody hears, nobody cares in this ark,
I am only the listener along with this dark.